snapshots of our life.

I had the craziest dream last night and I wanted to write about it before we got our showers and left to see my dad in Bogart.  We’re going to the nursing home today to visit my grandfather. 

Anyways, in this dream I was apart of a research study.  It was about which lives would be spared in a natural disaster or in my case, the collapse of the World Trade Center in 2001.  And how the news (of whether your life was “taken” or spared) would effect you. We were in this building to re-enact it.  And for some unknown reason everyone in this study didn’t know anything about the WTC plane crash and what happened.  We went into it totally naive and with a clear mind.  In this building we were asked to pick a room and get to it as quickly as possible because something horrible is about to happen and you have to pick a spot for “safety”. 

Along the way as I was scrambling to find a room (with thousands of people also doing the same thing) I came across all these “obstacles”.  An elderly woman who had fallen.  Things like that.  And I meet a certain group of women that I kinda stick with through the whole thing.  In picking my room, I did like I do when I pick a dressing room in the store, I go the farthest one in the back.  So instead of just picking the one that’s right there next to me, I scramble to get to the one in the very back of this hallway. 

Once we get in the room there was this waiting period that was horrible.  Agonizing.  (Which may be what people really go through in situations like this, I don’t know.)  We’re strapped into these stadium like seating that move.  And over the intercom someone says “you picked the wrong room”.  And the floor drops out from below us and we fall like we’re on a freaking ride at Six Flags.   I cried the whole way down, and woke up crying in my sleep.

What the heck?  Tell me why I’m dreaming about things like this.  It was so detailed and normally I can’t remember half of what I dreamt about when I wake up in the morning.  In this dream I felt like I was there. Nuts. 
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Just wanted to get that written down.  I need to go get ready.  Happy Father’s Day! 

So this has turned into a place for me to mainly just post pictures of our weekend projects.  And it seems latley we’ve had plenty of weekends working on our house.  I love the days when Craig and I both wake up ready to do something.  Paint something, plant something, rip something out of the ground.  I seriously can’t wait until we get this house appraised and know what we will potentially get for it when we go to sell it in a few years.  I’m so glad I have a husband who is willing to get his hands dirty with me and work our butts off to get things done.  We have put so much work into this house and getting the outside painted is like the icing on the cake.  Because I love the inside but when you pull up and see the outside it just didn’t do the work we had done on the inside the justice it deserved.  I’m so excited about.  Maybe even overly excited.  But it looks so much better.

So here is the before, with the crazy bushes and dull brown color:

And here is what Craig and I accomplished today.  We got in his truck when we finished to ride up and down the street to get a look at it from a drive-by stand point.  That’s Sadie standing in the front yard being all Vanna White-ish.